MTL - Monster Hunt: Notes From a Hunter-Chapter 68 The majesty of the old instructor

  Chapter 68 The majesty of the old instructor

  Miles brought himself into Ohshula's perspective and recalled the scene at that time.

  The former teacher pulled himself, cooperated with his family team to hunt several times, and then suddenly invited himself to join.

  The most important thing is that one of the members of the family team is the teacher's ugly eldest son who is almost 30 years old and still single, and who is always smiling at her.

   What kind of invitation from **** is this, it's numb.

  Miles rubbed his forehead and said with a wry smile: "It's really old, and I have forgotten the ways of the world. It's no wonder that she slipped away so quickly after inviting that child."

   "It's all your fault!" Maxine suddenly glared at Ted angrily, "Ugly! Scared Ursula away!"

  Ted was a little aggrieved. He was just worried that his ferocious appearance would scare people, so he smiled at Osurado. Who knew it would cause such a misunderstanding?

   "What scares me away?"

  Gordon was taken aback by the sudden voice behind him. He suddenly discovered that this senior had a talent for elusiveness.

  The previous topic was rather delicate, and several people all shut their mouths. Ohshura didn't pay much attention, but turned her head to the side, proudly showing them her new helmet, or new hat.

  Different from swordsmen who pay more attention to defensive performance, shooters often need to use the sensitive skin of the face and neck to sense the wind direction and calibrate their shots.

  Because of this, the design of the helmet of the archer's armor will also be light, just like the "Peach Hair Beastmaster Mask" worn by Ohshura at this time.

  Although it is a visor, in fact, only the forehead is protected by armor, and the rest is furry. The pinch of "brightly colored hair" is made into ornaments and hung on the sides, giving people the feeling that decoration is more important than practicality.

   But this is actually a prejudice.

  The marksman armor's bonus to auxiliary shooting is much higher than the loss of those defenses.

   Facing the sudden appearance of Ohshura, only Miles remained calm.

  The big Ted was shy for some reason, and shrunk his neck, while Maxine, who was also a woman of similar age, was talking about random topics, making Usula confused.

"What the **** is going on with you guys?" Ursula crossed her arms, she suddenly thought of something bad, and glared at Gordon angrily, "You won't tell them about that, will you? board!"

   Gordon: "."

   Of course Gordon knew what Ursula was referring to, nothing more than the embarrassment of someone being splashed all over by the excrement of the peach-haired beast king.

  He is not the kind of character who likes to joke behind people's backs, and this matter has never been spread, but Ohsura said this now, somewhat self-confidently.

   Sure enough, the three people at the same table, and even the other hunters at the next table who were attracted by her yelling, all looked at them with interest.

   "What are you talking about?" Gordon winked, trying to cover up for Ohshura again.

  Who knew that being hugged by Maxine and half-drunk with Mutian Polygonum wine, the pork chop suddenly said, "That's the thing about being hit by the pink gorilla's poop, meow?"

   There was a silence around the wine table, and then a loud, exaggerated laughter broke out.

  Hunters are like this, they can joke about trivial things like being bitten by a flying beetle during hunting, not to mention the shocking news about the pork chop.

  The Ted brothers and sisters who were closer to Ohhura even covered their noses together, moved away two steps, and put on a flamboyant expression of disgust. Even the steady Miles couldn't help chuckling a few times.

  Osura's expression collapsed immediately, and she hugged her head and squeezed to sit next to Miles, burying her face on the table like a shrunken shield crab, in an attempt to isolate herself from the jokes of the people around her.

   Unfortunately, the effect is not good.

  It is rare for the normally aggressive and heroic Ushula to show such a shameless appearance.

  Some people have already started to approach her ear, asking in detail about the color, touch, smell, weight and other strange questions about the excrement of the peach-haired beast king

  Oshula, who had been silent for a long while, finally broke out. She grabbed Ted's oversized wine glass, waved all the booing guys away, and sat down again in a dull mood.

   Another snatched the culprit's pork chop from Maxine's hands, and fiddled with it wantonly, which was somewhat of an outrage.

   "It's true that some peach-haired beast kings like to use feces to throw enemies. It's not a strange thing. You don't have to take it too seriously." It was Mr. Miles who first spoke to comfort Ohhura.

  If someone else said this, it would be more or less gloating, but with Miles' serious and slow tone, it gave off the feeling of "the teacher is in class, do you think it's funny?"

  Oshula suddenly felt that only the old man could understand her, and muttered and complained: "That's right, that thing will splash, who can avoid it?"

  Myers was silent for two seconds, sighed and said: "How did I teach you before, when you saw monsters making strange moves to dodge early, the preparation move of Peach Hair Beastmaster was quite obvious, and you were not careful enough to get caught."

  Oshura: "."

  Damn it, this old man still likes to preach, the key is that what he said is quite reasonable, and he can't talk back.

   "Having hunted so many peach-haired beast kings in the past six months, what have you learned?" Miles, who had served as an Ursula shooter instructor in the hunter training camp, took a sip from his teacup and continued to ask.

  Oshula went numb.

   Here comes this familiar feeling, this feeling of a teacher checking homework.

Twitching the corners of her mouth and forcing out a stiff smile, Ursula said bravely: "As long as you are familiar with the monster's attack mode, it's quite cool to use the light crossbow at close range. bang bang bang."

  Myers turned dark when he heard this.

   There are actually quite a few shooters who use long-range weapons for melee combat. Shotguns and diffusers were invented for these guys.

   But this is undoubtedly a very dangerous fighting style. You must know that the defensive performance of the archer's equipment is no better than that of the swordsman, and there is no error tolerance rate. If you are accidentally hit by a monster, you may die in the hunting ground.

  He had expected that after these few months of precipitation and polishing, Ushura would become more stable, but who knew that this guy would become even crazier.

   "What kind of armor are you wearing now, and what kind of crossbow are you using?" Miles' stern tone made Ursula sit up straight subconsciously.

  Instructor Miles will not be able to see the model of his own armor and weapon? How is it possible, this is clearly an instructor's reaction when faced with misbehaving students!

  Dream back to the days when I was trained every day in the training camp.

  Oshula groaned for a while, and muttered: "Peach-haired Beast King suit, the wrath of the strange bird."

"Oh, if I remember correctly, the special effect of the Peach Hair Beastmaster suit is to enhance the normal ammunition. The Wrath of the Monster Bird is also a weapon with normal ammunition and flame ammunition as the main ammunition." Miles' tone was cold, and the surroundings seemed to be There is freezing air.

   It wasn't just Ohhura, the young people at the same table all sat upright unconsciously.

   "Yeah, the instructor has a really good memory!" Ursula tried to pass the test cutely, but was stared back by Miles.

   "So you still know? You don't need a shotgun, and you don't wear armor that strengthens evasion and endurance. How dare you use a light crossbow for melee combat? What about your brain?

  One meter or ten meters away from the monster, is there a difference in the damage of the usual bullets? Playing around in the hunting ground, don't you want to die? ! "

  (end of this chapter)